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“What are you reading?” Jason flopped onto the couch next to the person already seated there.
“A pamphlet on the school I want to attend.” Was the reply, Tim didn't even look up. The elder took a few minutes to read over his shoulder.
“ You've gotta be fucking kidding me.”
“Not in the slightest, Jason. Now, if you don’t have anything encouraging to say, leave me alone.”
“Touchy.”
“…” Tim still hadn't looked up.
“You should do it.” At this, he finally took his eyes off his reading, but Jason was already gone.
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“Tt.” Damian looked over Tim’s shoulder.
“Anything else you’d like to contribute to our absolutely riveting conversation?”
“Only that nothing about this surprises me.”
“Well, like I told Jason, if you have nothing good or encouraging to say, you can leave.”
“Do whatever you want, Drake.”
“Thanks, I will.”
“Tt.”
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“What are you up too?” Dick asked as he draped himself over Tim’s back and shoulders.
“Reading.”
“Apparently, but what are you reading?”
“A pamphlet for a school I’m interested in.” The pair fell into a comfortable silence as they both read.
“Does Bruce know?” Dick spoke after a few minutes.
“He knows I want to change schools; just not where.”
“No matter what happens, you've got my support, Timbo. I say go for it!”
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“ I've brought you some tea, Master Timothy.”
“Oh, thank you, Alfred.”
“If I may, I do believe you have reread that paper enough times. You have made your decision, correct?” Tim nodded slowly and set down the pamphlet.
“I just don’t know how to bring up the subject. It’s turning out to be more of an issue than I thought it would be.” Alfred took the cup of tea off the tray and handed it to the younger man before seating himself in the chair across from Tim.
“I don’t see the reason why that should be the case. This is something you are passionate about and have decided to pursue. It is important to you and, therefore, will be important to Master Bruce. Everything you boys do is important to him. I can guarantee that he will remember this when you do decide to tell him.” He offered Tim a gentle smile.
“And might I suggest that be before your scheduled start date next week.” The former Robin laughed softly and set down his cup.
“Thanks, Alfred. I think I’ll tell him tonight after dinner.”
“Wonderful. I’m making some of his favorites, so he should be in the ideal mood for good news.”
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“Alright, Tim. I take it you've decided on a school?”
“I have…”
“…”
“…”
“Tim?”
“ I've decided… I want to attend the Gotham Institute of Cosmetology and Esthetics.”