This is the best the best the best! I don't understand why actual canon can't do things this way, you know? It's just...I could live in this world, this dynamic, forever, angsty as it may get at times. (Poor Dick :(((()
All the light has left Dick's face, and Tim has found no contingency plan on the computer that could comfort him.
See, in between when you're knocking me over with the big stuff, the emotional nuances (THEY MAY BE NUANCES BUT THEY COUNT AS "BIG" since they're what I read fic for and the first things I notice and think to comment on, always) and the awesomely funny absurdities and the killer dialogue, you slip in smaller presents like this and I just lose it. LOL CONTINGENCY PLAN TO FIX MOURNING!DICK, YOU WOULD SINCERELY SCOUR THE COMPUTER FOR THAT, WOULDN'T YOU HONEY. :'(
And speaking of the big stuff I read fic for, I get to this part:
From time to time, Tim gets the uncharacteristic urge to punch Jason when he's around, to reject him in the only language Jason seems to take to heart. Jason, for his part, probably wants Tim to take a swing, which is why he's managed to restrain himself for now. Jason's crowding of Tim, his leg and side wedged up between the console and Tim's thigh, is annoyingly deliberate. Everything with Jason is.
"The choice baffles me, yes." It's been five days and Tim hasn't found a single sign of anything to refute the letter and the files. A snapped blade and a few mea culpas and suddenly they were expected to slay the fatted calf and let Jason sleep down the hall, let him pop cornflakes into his mouth at breakfast while he tapped endearments in Morse across the wide polished table. And now this.
He would say that maybe Jason wasn't reacting appropriately to the situation, but Tim knows he isn't a desirable model when it comes to proper reactions to loss. He also knows that the muffled sobbing in the east wing the night before wasn't coming from Dick's room.
and I'm fluctuating from initial DELIGHT, oh I LOVE the way you write Tim-Jason, love love love it!, to just, pow, gutclenching heartbreak all in one simple sentence. Oh, Jason. ;__; So filled with bravado and Bruce-love and pain and :(((((((((((((
And then! Other amazing concepts and details are still to follow!
The repetition of "seventeen months, three weeks and six days" was brilliant, realizing what the significance of that time frame was, what it means to Tim and what it indicates about Jason, Jason and his mourning and his priorities and who and what his dramatic "killing criminals to save Gotham" methods were ever really about.
Then there's this:
"And face it, you're relieved because it isn't you. Though you're probably even more relieved that it isn't him.”
In the messy hours immediately after, Tim had thought of shielding Dick from that possibility, throwing himself on any evidence like an infantryman on a grenade. He was never the laughing golden boy, and he was never the punk with a tilt to his hips and a chip on his shoulder. Tim had always been willing to be collateral damage, had always steeled himself for it.
AHHHHHHH TIM ;___; This is my favorite kind of Tim -> Dick? All unhealthily self-sacrificing and singlemindedly devoted and *___* :(.
But instead of giving himself for Dick, he gets to give himself to Jason, which is...just a concept I love more than words can say? Seriously. You've already demonstrated what an awesomely fun dynamic they could have together, and the promise of more to come that that ending brings, of more DEVELOPING, oh god it's so satisfying. (even with the death and misery in the backdrop, haha) I would read novels upon novels upon 100-issue-runs set in this universe, I truly would.
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All the light has left Dick's face, and Tim has found no contingency plan on the computer that could comfort him.
See, in between when you're knocking me over with the big stuff, the emotional nuances (THEY MAY BE NUANCES BUT THEY COUNT AS "BIG" since they're what I read fic for and the first things I notice and think to comment on, always) and the awesomely funny absurdities and the killer dialogue, you slip in smaller presents like this and I just lose it. LOL CONTINGENCY PLAN TO FIX MOURNING!DICK, YOU WOULD SINCERELY SCOUR THE COMPUTER FOR THAT, WOULDN'T YOU HONEY. :'(
And speaking of the big stuff I read fic for, I get to this part:
From time to time, Tim gets the uncharacteristic urge to punch Jason when he's around, to reject him in the only language Jason seems to take to heart. Jason, for his part, probably wants Tim to take a swing, which is why he's managed to restrain himself for now. Jason's crowding of Tim, his leg and side wedged up between the console and Tim's thigh, is annoyingly deliberate. Everything with Jason is.
"The choice baffles me, yes." It's been five days and Tim hasn't found a single sign of anything to refute the letter and the files. A snapped blade and a few mea culpas and suddenly they were expected to slay the fatted calf and let Jason sleep down the hall, let him pop cornflakes into his mouth at breakfast while he tapped endearments in Morse across the wide polished table. And now this.
He would say that maybe Jason wasn't reacting appropriately to the situation, but Tim knows he isn't a desirable model when it comes to proper reactions to loss. He also knows that the muffled sobbing in the east wing the night before wasn't coming from Dick's room.
and I'm fluctuating from initial DELIGHT, oh I LOVE the way you write Tim-Jason, love love love it!, to just, pow, gutclenching heartbreak all in one simple sentence. Oh, Jason. ;__; So filled with bravado and Bruce-love and pain and :(((((((((((((
And then! Other amazing concepts and details are still to follow!
The repetition of "seventeen months, three weeks and six days" was brilliant, realizing what the significance of that time frame was, what it means to Tim and what it indicates about Jason, Jason and his mourning and his priorities and who and what his dramatic "killing criminals to save Gotham" methods were ever really about.
Then there's this:
"And face it, you're relieved because it isn't you. Though you're probably even more relieved that it isn't him.”
In the messy hours immediately after, Tim had thought of shielding Dick from that possibility, throwing himself on any evidence like an infantryman on a grenade. He was never the laughing golden boy, and he was never the punk with a tilt to his hips and a chip on his shoulder. Tim had always been willing to be collateral damage, had always steeled himself for it.
AHHHHHHH TIM ;___; This is my favorite kind of Tim -> Dick? All unhealthily self-sacrificing and singlemindedly devoted and *___* :(.
But instead of giving himself for Dick, he gets to give himself to Jason, which is...just a concept I love more than words can say? Seriously. You've already demonstrated what an awesomely fun dynamic they could have together, and the promise of more to come that that ending brings, of more DEVELOPING, oh god it's so satisfying. (even with the death and misery in the backdrop, haha) I would read novels upon novels upon 100-issue-runs set in this universe, I truly would.