comment_fic | Monday

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Today's theme is manners.

Ps & Qs. Social graces. Poise and deportment. Some people's default mode is to be polite. Others... not so much. So tell us about your characters following proper etiquette, their mishaps, everything that has to do with manners in general.

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It's one of the first things that Tim notices, the many subtleties that separate Batman from Bruce Wayne. When he watches Batman through a camera lens he can see the poise and grace and power that runs through the man, along with the fury and anger and fight that seems to go with it. When little Timmy Drake shakes Bruce Wayne's hand at a social function, all Tim can see is glazed eyes and a cocky smile and a swagger to Bruce's walk, He's shallow and vain and stupid.

Tim watches and takes note and learns even though he already knew this lesson. Years of boarding school and socialite parties taught him nothing else if how to wear a mask.

Not a physical mask, not like the domino mask he eventually takes as Robin. But the masks Tim wears in everyday life, the ones that make people think he's normal, that he's safe, that he's sane. It's the mask of 'Brucie', and, eventually, the mask that is Timothy Wayne.

He's modelled after Brucie, but with a harder edge, because Tim figures that teenage rebellion should be a factor at his age. Timothy Wayne is a dramatic yawn at a boring party. He's a sharp smile and a vaguely insulting remark. He wears expensive designer suits and style's his hair and follows all the latest trends.

Brucie and Timothy go to parties together, Brucie's arm around his young 'ward' and a neat little row of businessmen to shake hands with it. They both smile, but Timothy's is a little more edged. Brucie flirts with the hostess, Timothy flirts with the pretty waitress.

Some days, Timothy feels sick. He feels like the mask is stuck to his face. When he feels an insult curl around his tongue in response to a remark Cassie makes. Or when he flirts a little too easily with the prostitutes that Robin is questioning. When the cut of a tailored suit feels more comfortable than loose jeans, or even worse, when it feels better than kevlar.

He knows Bruce is watching, he knows Bruce can see it, how hard he struggles to get back into 'just Tim' after Timothy's been out to play. He knows because Bruce gives him a soft look, and squeezes his shoulder, and lets him stay up all night training.

It gets harder as time goes on, to pull away. Because Timothy Wayne doesn't care that all his family and friends are dead. Tim always thought it would be Robin that he would lose himself to, because Robin is safe and strong.

He wants to ask Bruce, if he struggles between Batman, Brucie and just Bruce. But he doesn't because he doesn't know how.

And then Bruce is dead, along with Brucie. Batman is still there, but he's not the same, especially not when he takes Robin away.

And suddenly Timothy Wayne is all he has left.

J my sweet? Have I mentioned how much I love you? I just want to run up and hug the poor boy senseless!

No you haven't mentioned that, I think you should ^_^

I don't know how much Tim would appreciate hugs, but he certainly needs them.

Thank you~

I love you and thank you!

You are more than welcome :D

Oh, TIM!! *hugs him tight*

Wow, this was painful. :( Poor Tim, all those layers of identity, and for it to be Timothy that he winds up losing himself to...

I always make Tim so angsty when writing comment_fic *smooshes him* I feel so guilty about it. My current fascination is Tim Wayne, it's an interesting persona that I don't use enough.

Painful is what I was going for, so I'll take that as a job well done ^_^

This! Yes! Heck yes! Whoo!

At first, I thought you were going kind of AU with it, but then... ::HUGGGLES YOUR FIC::

Yeah, I'm tired and happy and ramble-y right now... ^_^

Hahaha, thanks. I'm glad you liked it.

*pets* you should have a nap if you're tired.

Monday - Manners

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