◢ Tim Drake’s Father’s Day Plans
Tim’s going to spend his day with Dana mostly. They’re going to go visit Jack’s grave, probably take a trip to the Gotham Natural History Museum, and watch It’s a Wonderful Life, even though it’s nowhere near Christmas. He will spend the evening at the Manor, bringing cards and gifts for Bruce and Alfred. The boys are attempting to make dinner for the family, so we’ll see how that turns out.
◢ professorpygmalion started following you
"You’re one sick freak, you know that?" Tim hadn’t really faced Pyg himself before, but he’d heard plenty about him from Dick, Steph, Sasha, heck, even Damian, and none of it was good. He definitely owed this guy a sock in the face, if only for what he’d done to Sasha.
"Ssssssick?" His mouth stretched into a wide smile- tilting his head slightly to the side as he regarded the man before him. "No, I’m not sick, m’boy… that would imply something is wrong with me… and that’s not the case. You see- I’m perfect… I don’t get sick… but unfortunately people like you don’t understand my art- the beauty that I craft. Because, you see, I am an artist. Perhaps I should show you my work first hand- I canmakeyoubeautifuldarling.”
One of the Bat’s brats, clearly… but that was what was going to make this all the more fun. He made a move forward- and seems to think better of it almost instantly- ducking back. He didn’t seem like he was running however.
Dollotrons- he never left the lab without them… a few more steps back is all he needed. Well- if he wanted to try being unscathed, of course.
The teen detective grit his teeth against the disturbing monologue. “I’ll pass on that. I’ve already seen the horrors you can wreak.” During the abysmal time Tim had spent with Scarlet in the Arkham City compound they’d shared a lot of secrets. He knew the sorts of things this man did to ‘make you beautiful’. His stomach churned as he noticed the dollotrons, each one bearing an identical face to the mask his friend wore as she meted out her own brand of justice.