Eskimo heart

[notlikeanyone]

WHO: Tim and Danny
WHERE: Titans Tower
WHEN: Late-ish Tuesday I think so I can squeeze Beetle-chan in beforehand
WARNINGS: A Bat-load of angst and description of injuries.
SUMMARY: Tim got stabbed and is trying to say he's fine! Danny is back to an adult and not buying that for a second! Somebody's getting mothered here.
FORMAT: Quick log


[Tim was tired and sore, worn out more emotionally than physically, and obviously Danny had picked up on it in his voice. He should have stuck with text replies like when he first posted, but talking was a lot easier - and less prone to morphine-induced typoes.

So Danny was coming over, and soon he'd get to know just what a Bat-fine was. Tim sighs and settles himself on the couch - he still has to lay face down, which isn't going to help him cushion the true extent of his injuries - more comfortably, and waits. Danny is programmed into the Tower security by now, so he won't have to wait for Tim to let him in.]

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[notlikeanyone]

[There's a part of Tim that considers this something of tactical misstep, but he hushes it - it's not as if he's matchmaking Danny and Jason here, after all.]

No? How long have you guys been together?

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

Since I was... God. [He laughs lightly.] I think I was twenty? Maybe nineteen. Either way, awhile.

[notlikeanyone]

[Hm. He raises his eyebrows in innocent curiousity.]

And you're not married yet? I mean... if it's been a long engagement.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

No, I uh. I just proposed to her back home. Before that we were... just dating.

[He laughs nervously.]

[notlikeanyone]

Oh. Right - dating consistently, all that time? That's impressive. Most couples would have either married or had some kind of break up in that time, I'd think.

[There's no need to be nervous around Tim's pure and innocent curiousity, Danny.]

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

We... ah. Did... break up...

[A beat.]

We broke up a lot. Well. She... broke up with me.

[He shakes his head slightly, and gives Tim another small smile. Goes back to healing.]

[notlikeanyone]

[Tim winces lightly, from his faux pas more than from any physical pain - Danny is doing a really good job of healing him.]

Ah. ... Sorry. But - you worked it all out now, right? So it... wasn't so bad?

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It's fine now.

[He stops there, preoccupied by working on healing one of the last wounds. A few minutes later, he finishes it up, and moves on to the next one.]

Anything else you want to know about me?

[He says it as a joke.]

[notlikeanyone]

Heh, this did kind of turn into a friendly interrogation, didn't it? You could ask something about me, if you like.

[Tim smiles lightly, making a joke (?) of the next statement.]

Just don't ask how I know Jason is a good kisser when he's conscious.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

Well, now that you mention it...

[He starts to work on the next wound, smirking.]

Spill.

[notlikeanyone]

[He makes a face.]

No, no way. I totally gave myself immunity, you can ask anything else.

[oh god please ask anything else.]

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

Fine.

[A beat. And an evil smirk.]

Tell me why he's a good kisser.

[notlikeanyone]

[Goddamn those technicalities. Tim maintains an unamused look as he replies.]

Semantics. Fine. From the evidence, he's quite... aggressive and energetic, in a good way.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[Danny chuckles, finishing up the last wound and ruffling Tim's hair.]

Hm. Interesting.

[Sighing, he scoots Tim over a bit and flops down beside him.]

All done.

[notlikeanyone]

[Hey hey, not everyone gets to ruffle the hair. ... But Danny gets a pass for now, since he did just heal Tim up. ... The scooting is also tolerated, although Tim does shoot Danny a bit of a dangerous, skittish cat look for it, before relaxing again.]

Tired out? I - don't remember what it was like when you were healing Donna every day, I just have to go by the video evidence, but it did look... tiring.

[He pauses and looks absently up at the ceiling.]

And you know me and Jason aren't blood relations, right? Just - in case that came off too creepy.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

My chi's basically my... hm. [He pauses, thinking about this. He scratches the back of his neck, tilting his head.] I guess you could say it's kind of like my life force...?

[He gives Tim a tired, lopsided smile.] And no. I didn't know.

[notlikeanyone]

I'm familiar with the general concept of chi as life energy, but that's... a very interesting extension of the concept into a practical technique. Is it easy for you to regain your chi by resting or meditating? [You know, he doesn't want to think that he's draining the life out of Danny and making him die before he's fifty or something, here.]

Ah, yeah, it's - complicated. And one of the reasons he keeps saying we're not family, I guess. It's just that we were all raised by the same man, at least partly over the course of our lives, so it feels... right, to consider them my family in some ways. There's no other word that fits.

[iron-fister.livejournal.com]

[Danny nods in reply to Tim's question, then tips his head back, looking up at the ceiling.]

I dunno. You guys seem to act like siblings to me. [A hint of jealousy there.]

[notlikeanyone]

[... Well. That actually makes Tim blush, very faintly, and he stares off at a point on the wall. Because - really?]

I don't think most real siblings cut the other person's throat on first meeting them. [He can't help reaching up to finger the faint, thin scar on his neck for a moment.] But I guess we've been... improving, since then. It's still difficult, and if he ever catches up with the timeline like I have... I don't know.